Chus Gómez

Aunt Chelo comes back to Spain to bury the ashes of her husband and Cristina and Inmaculada need to decide to come out to her or maintain a pretense.

Sitting at the table, mother and daughter talk, more than one another, although the silences of one of them say much more than the words of the other. Text and subtext are intertwined and turn towards an outcome that, sooner or later, is doomed to occur. But only five minutes are enough to find the burden and the release of an unsustainable situation by its own weight, corseted and encysted by an empty relationship of content, strange only in one sense.